Chapter 41: Retaliatory Theft and the Journey to the Forest of Giant Trees

On her way to find lodging, Su Bai grew angrier with every step, though she knew anger was futile. The You family wielded immense influence in the Cui Gang Safe Zone; as the administrators of the zone and figures within the military, their roots ran deep. She, however, was a lone wanderer. To clash head-on would only result in her own defeat. Yet, this did not mean Su Bai would swallow her pride. She had always believed in settling scores and reciprocating grievances, though her methods of retaliation were not always conventional.

Xiao Feng had heard of Song Yunxin, and he knew of artificial intelligence, but connecting the two was beyond his comprehension. "I'm planning to go to a concert downtown with some roommates. We’re having dinner right now," Chu Feng explained. Witnessing this scene, Tang Nuoya clenched her fists, her heart filled with such hatred that she loathed Chu Yunlong to the core.

Only Han Qianqian and Han Qingshan were home today; Han Qianqian’s mother had gone out, which was why Han Qingshan had specifically invited Chu Feng over. Moreover, he had achieved success in his cultivation and mastered martial arts; even if alcohol and tobacco were harmful, he could purge their effects through his profound internal energy.

Bai Yueqian marveled at the Purple Qilin, finding it fascinating to see a mount that referred to itself as "this lord," especially one with Qilin bloodline. A searing, bone-deep pain forced agonized screams from his throat, but it was to no avail; the flames burned for a very, very long time. This was Li Tian’s intention—he wanted them to truly taste the despair within the fire, the same despair his loved ones had once felt.

As Xuanyuan Diyao departed the Xuanyuan estate, a black shadow emerged from the void like a phantom. The security guards were well-versed in this routine; ever since Zhu Yuanzhang took office, they had lived by these rules. As long as they flattered him to his satisfaction, Zhu Yuanzhang would let a few benefits slip through his fingers—at the very least, it meant fewer night shifts.

Li Feng had gained much from this trip. That the Wind-Thunder spirit knew how to cultivate death energy after possessing a body suggested he had possessed significant skill in his previous life. He also claimed to have escaped from Fengdu. The jar that Zhao Wenwen’s grandfather had given him had been unearthed from the old city of Fengdu.

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes. He knew nothing of the Eternal Realm, and curiosity naturally stirred within him. There was no doubt this was a death trap. Even someone as powerful as Lu Bo had been obliterated by the Blood Demon; how could two warriors at the Divine Power Realm possibly be its match? The gap between them was an unbridgeable chasm.

At this moment, Xie Zixi, who had considered herself invincible at Counter-Strike in her class, no longer dared to underestimate her opponent. On his way, Wang Yu encountered numerous guard posts and was stopped and interrogated several times. He asked the soldiers what the reason was. Yet, it was precisely his ignorance regarding the white bone in his hand that made Wu Qiren hesitate.

So, it was true that the Great Emperor of the Spirit Race had murdered his master. Could it be that the words of the Heaven-Mixing Demon Sect Leader and Chu Xiu at the Spirit Race wedding had been correct? What had he experienced during this time to possess the strength to rival the Jun family? Or perhaps Ling Yu had a powerful foundation behind him.

She had known Qin Jun for less than a year, yet she had witnessed him build the magnificent Great Qin Heavenly Court—an achievement unprecedented in the past and likely never to be repeated in the future. Watching Lin Fan traverse space and depart, Taba Yu’er said indignantly, "Who knows where that bastard went?"

Deep within the abyss, Yan Yinran heard their words, and a fierce, malevolent glint flashed in his eyes. When Luo Xuan attacked the Zhou camp, he possessed treasures like the Flying Smoke Sword, the Myriad Crow Pot, and the Five-Dragon Wheel, and was adept at commanding fire. He set the camp ablaze, and as it neared destruction, Princess Longji descended from the mountains to help, using the Mist-Dew Universe Net to capture the thousands of fire crows.

A good person? This was the first time Wang Qingzhi had heard anyone describe him that way. He chuckled, the greed in his eyes growing more intense. Xu Ziling suppressed the trepidation in his heart and, without a moment’s hesitation, crossed the threshold and stepped into the temple.